It was completely dawn. The owner of the Internet cafe sitting in the counter at the door first looked up at the wall clock opposite, then got up, and shouted at the repetitive "It's time for all night."

Wu Xiaoming left the keyboard with both hands, touched the mouse with his right hand, copied, pasted and saved the chapters that had not been finished in the Qidian background, then quickly retreated, and moved the computer screen cursor toward the upper right x button and clicked one by one.

He stood up, stretched his arms, and did a little stretching exercise. He took his own water cup from the computer desk and unscrewed it. He raised his head and drank all the last water there.

Wu Xiaoming twisted the lid of the water cup again, and in the past ten hours of all night, he coded several thousand words himself.

Although some places are not satisfactory, they are completely enough. Moreover, they have a relatively solid writing foundation to support them, which will surely make readers' eyes shine.

At this stage, readers of online novels have very low requirements for writing style and content. As long as the sentences are smooth, they can make them feel comfortable enough.

As for the logical rationality, it is not important at all. It is completely different from those old readers of online literature in later generations. Not only does it have certain requirements for the writing style and content, but it also has certain requirements for the logic before and after the story.

Even though many of them still need some pleasure, they are not just brainless. More and more people value the storyline of online novels, that is, they hope that the author can tell them a good story. Otherwise, they would be reluctant to support paid to watch genuine versions, or even reward them.

Wu Xiaoming has to know that the online novel he currently writes has many plots. However, this is how online novels are now.

If you don’t involve pornography, you will be involved in gangs. Otherwise, you will be involved in politics, etc. If you don’t write like this, then no one will read it.

It’s not unclear that to a large extent, online novels themselves have shifted from the sales method of offline shoddy physical books to the sales method of online electronic reading in the past.

In the past, the "position" of street stall novels was nothing more than the entrance of the train station, the entrance of the long-distance bus station, the entrance of the underground passage... the books, magazines and newspapers where stalls were set up.

The main force of people who buy these things to read is still people with low cultural knowledge. The reason why they are willing to spend money to buy is to save the boredom on the journey, and on the other hand, the curiosity is at work, and even to relieve physiological sexual depression.

Of course, this is also a promotional channel. People who write street stall novels do not all involve pornographic, murder, nonsense, etc., and only money in their minds.

Li Ao also disguised his works as these things to promote them towards the lower and middle classes of Taiwanese society.

For this reason, he was later arrested and went to Green Island Prison. However, Wu Xiaoming did not like Li Ao as much as his works and style of conduct.

The moment Wu Xiaoming walked out of the Internet cafe, his eyes were shining with outdoor eyes and he felt a little uncomfortable. In addition, he also clearly felt his face was greasy and his body was sticky.

Although summer has ended long ago and autumn has come, the temperature has not cooled down, and the power of Qiu Laohu is still there. He grabbed the long-sleeved T-shirt on his chest with his right hand and put it in front of his nose to smell it, and smelled the smell of smoke.

Wu Xiaoming suddenly felt a sense of disgust and his steps accelerated towards his own direction.

In a short while, he walked to the entrance of a large urban shanty town. His home was inside.

Wu Xiaoming couldn't help but think about it and walked in step by step. When he arrived at the door of a gray brick bungalow, he stopped.

Wu Xiaoming held his empty water cup in his left hand and took out the key from his right trouser pocket with his right hand. He first found the key to open his screen door and stabbed it into the lock.

After he opened the screen window door, he found the key to open the wooden main door of his house. He stabbed it into the lock, twisted it to the right and opened it.

Wu Xiaoming pushed open the door and walked in directly, closing the door with his backhand. He put the empty water cup on the single-door refrigerator where he entered the door.

When I looked at everything in front of me, I was both very familiar and very unfamiliar. I was particularly familiar with it, which means that my former master of this body had lived here for eighteen years since he was born.

It is particularly strange because the soul in this body is no longer dominated by the original owner, but is someone else.

Wu Xiaoming looked around the furnishings in the house. Although it was not as bare as the house was, it was definitely not very good. The structure of the house was to go in and out, add a kitchen, and there was not even a separate toilet.

If you want to urinate and defecate, you have to go to the public toilet outside to solve the problem. Therefore, a urine jar is definitely indispensable, after all, it must be used at night.

This should be the most typical home for laid-off workers in cities. Better ones are simply a welfare-splied building with tofu block house layout.

This can also have an independent toilet. If it is a public rental housing or something, there may be no independent toilet at home.

The memory of his former master suddenly appeared in Wu Xiaoming's head, and his heart felt sore, his eyes turned red, and tears rolled down from his two eyes.

He lives in the room outside, and his parents live in the room inside. Every rainy day, it rains well. If it rains heavily, it will become heavy rain outside the house, and there will be many places where there will be leaks in their homes. At this time, they will find pots and jars to put them in the leaks.

When Wu Xiaoming saw this scene, he felt more and more that he had not only given birth to a good baby in his previous life, but also extremely happy.

He suddenly thought of a wider and poorer rural area in his mind, and he didn't dare to think about it carefully. After all, even the city center still had such an unbearable place to live.

Wu Xiaoming took off his shoes, socks, clothes and pants, walked into his kitchen with barefoot barefoot barefoot. He was about to turn on the water heater and started taking a shower.

The moment the water heater was opened, there was a "boom" sound, and the house was shaken, which really scared him. He was stunned for half a minute.
Chapter completed!